Poitr walked into the hospital after the detective. He tried to tag along, but was directed to sit in the waiting room. He did overhear the gnome receptionist telling the detective that Ella would be in surgery for a while. The detective left the waiting room, either heading towards the hospital cafeteria or wherever Ella was undergoing surgery. 

Poitr took the chance to catch up on his missed calls and texts. To his relief there were none from his wife. He decided to dial her before doing anything else. 

She answered on the second ring. "Hi." Even in that one word Poitr could hear the heaviness and strain in her voice. Poitr paused a moment before responding. "I love you, Lindsey." "I- ] love you too." The phone was silent for another few seconds. Lindsey broke the silence. "When will you be home?" Poitr sighed, "I'm not sure. Some crazy stuff has happened today." "Poitr, are you alright?" "Yea. I'll tell you about it when I'm back. I'm still worried about you, how are you feeling?" "Awful. Try to get home soon?" "I'll try. Love you." "Love you too."

Poitr hung up, and realized he got blood on his phone. He headed to the restroom to wash his hands, do his business, then wash his hands again. He decided to check out the hospital cafeteria. Following the signs, he noticed a familiar white robe through a door. He wasn't sure which church leader this was, but if it was one he worked with, he might be able to call in a favor and see Ella. He opened the door and rushed down the corridor to catch up with the person. 

"Excuse me!" he called out. The robed figure turned around. The older woman had dark braided hair and grey-blue eyes. She was incredibly small. Poitr recognized her as one of the bishop's assistants. "Why hello Poitr." Her eyes lit up and she bowed towards Poitr. Poitr bowed back. [i]What's her name?[/i] The woman sensed Poitr's hesitation"Sister Lazenby. We met at a church fundraiser hosted by the Bishop some months ago. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Poitr explained how he found Ella, leaving out that she was a shapeshifter "I want to know how she's doing, but I'm not family." "I see. Follow me, I'll see what I can do." Poitr thanked the Sister as he followed her towards the OR.